how come my projection is ignored
your eyes, like high beams, flash over my existence
scattering my photons/my waves
in exchange for your bright/white clean/canvas
you wander through these halls flitting from picture to picture to picture
fitting yourself to each
scene and visual style
discarding the ones irrelevant/inconsequential
like me, tossed aside
connections- but how deep
what soil does your friendship take root in?
in experiences/morals/ideologies/pasts
or is it simply a necessity
a validation
that you exist
but why don’t i fit into your
equation/picture/life?
You want to laugh and I want to hear you
i don’t get it
i wish i did
you look at me and you look at you and you look at the boy standing there
and somehow you laugh at his smile
you talk with his persona
you walk with his saunter
and here i am passing the other way, looking/writing down
your validation
in these words i will capture your
reality/aura/matter/existence
so that you won’t be forgotten
like his smile/persona/saunter
and my projection/
photons/
waves/
equation/
picture/
life?/
reailty/
aura/
matter/
existence/
is anybody out there writing
for me?
